The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-23 05:58:48 -

The ink in the pot was black as a bruise, and the quill trembled in Elian’s grip. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with fingers stained permanently violet from the soot and iron gall. In the city of Oakhaven, the Hall of Records did not merely store paper; it breathed. The air inside was thick with the scent of dry rot and wet parchment, a smell that clung to the clothes and seeped...

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